You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for Ten-Months after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You are Seven-Months-Pregnant.

The Yorozuya was unusually quiet.

Sarena sat on the floor cushion, deadpan as ever, sipping strawberry milk while absent-mindedly eating sweets from a bowl in her lap. The loose kimono draped comfortably around your growing belly.

Gintoki sat across from her on the wooden floor, elbow on the table, chin in his palm, staring at her with the same lazy, unreadable expression.

“…That kid’s definitely mine,” he muttered. “Only someone with my blood could drain this much strawberry milk.”

Shinpachi returned from the kitchen with another carton and handed it to you, sighing. “It would’ve been better if the baby took after Sarena-san instead of Gin-san…”

Kagura, sitting beside Sadaharu, beamed. “The baby’s gonna be super lazy, aru!”

You carefully stood up, one hand instinctively supporting your belly.

Before you could steady yourself, Gintoki moved—no hesitation, no drama. He caught your arm, adjusted the fall of your kimono around your waist with practiced care, and guided you back down gently.

“…Don’t rush,” he said flatly. “You’re heavy now.”

You glanced at him.

“…I meant important. Oi brat you better not take after my all bad habits,” he corrected, deadpan, sitting back down like nothing happened, patting your belly.

The doorbell rang.

Shinpachi stood and opened it.

Yeisai Clan, a stern elder whose eyes went straight to your stomach.

“I see the rumors were true,” the elder said coldly. “You are pregnant, Sarena-sama.”

He continued, voice sharp. “I assume the child will inherit your last name and become the heir of our clan. You may have disgraced yourself, but the heir is different. Even if you married a—”

His gaze flicked to Gintoki.

“—a lowlife like that man. Gintoki Sakata.”

The room went still.

Gintoki didn’t move.

He slowly stood, posture relaxed, eyes dull and calm.

“…Yeah,” he said lazily. “That’s me. Lowlife.”